There was this one girl in sixth grade. She had it all: looks, smarts, athletics, and was also a very kind person. We were never too close but we did talk quite a bit, she even ended up going to the same high school as me. Don’t see her too often anymore but I can tell she hasn't changed a bit, the problem is that I have. I used to think a lot about things like love and I eventually reached the conclusion that there is nothing special about it, it’s simply a chemical reaction that happens in our brain geared towards getting us to reproduce with someone with good genes. I decided it was a waste of time for me to love but that doesn't mean I'm no longer interested, it only means that it’s not love, it’s lust.

This guy from grade one. He would call me "baby" and ugh... I would just melt. Every girl had a crush on him. One time he had his arm around me and I couldn't get it out of my head for MONTHS. I was so upset when we had to move across the country, because we were finally getting closer.

Woah, all these stories are good and depressing!
But, to add to others, I always had a crush. Even though I was a full blown Tom Boy, I had crush after crush from every boy that passed me in the hallways during grade school. But i went to private school, for some years, where it was so small every one knew everybody, i was hard to keep one crush under covers. But them i went back to public school, for middle school, and thats when the real thing hit me.

Up until that moment before I walked into my new homeroom, I had small crushes on boys that were never into a troublesome tom boy who loves throwing desks at teachers. When I walked into that room, I saw old friends from grade school and lighthouse programs, and they were happy to see me. Someone else who was also happy was a guy i never met before. He was tall and kinda cute, and thats when the first spark fell.
For the entire year, He and I kept an eye on each other. Battling for better grades, getting called on the most by the teacher to give correct answers, we tried to beat each other in being the best student. It was stupid but I felt happy whenever I lost or won, when he would walk up to me and say "good job" or "nice one" to me. I only went to school just to see him. I didn't realize until he switched classes how deep our stupid friendship went. He sat at a different lunch table and had completely different classes from me, and i became so desperate just to see him see me and wave when we pass each other in the hallway.

This next event was around the time when I was just growing out of my Tom Boyishness and going into Otaku state(thank u, CR), and also, when I was always depressed about my mom and how life is unnecessarily hard. All the 7th-8th graders were sent to the center courtyard for some spring assembly or whatever. I told my friends that today was the day I confess.They gave me pats on my back and watched from a distance as I took my courage to meet him under the tree.

This was a total anime moment in my life, and knowing that then gave me a confidence boost. When I got to him, it was the perfect time to just run but i didn't, I hugged him. He laughed and asked me "what's up?" I told him "nothing much" and we paused to clap along with the rest of the people. When i glanced at my friends to see them urge me on, I turned to him and said, "I like you...... a lot." Just then, the winds blows, whipping my hair all over the place and making me laugh. Still living in the moment, I tuck my hair behind my ear and look up at him. "I really do like you a lot. And I was wondering...... if you liked me as well?"
The wind stops long enough for him to answer...."I did like you once..."

I tried to process what he said, but it wasn't making sense. He said he liked me but he doesn't like me. but he did and now he doesn't- I asked to clarify and he says, "Well, i used to like u as well. but u were too.... depressing..."Well if he was seeing depressing before, he must have seen death at that moment! The perfect day, perfect moment, perfect words, perfect timing, perfect couple!!, and he says this? It was really a lot to take in and it killed me. I held it all in though, I don't want to be too depressing in front of my crush... I said that's fine and like all my other crushes, i brushed it off my shoulders. But when i got back to my friends, that crush hung on to me like lint on a sweater. I broke down int tears and my friends clung to me with all there might to stop my shaking.

FFW>>

It's my first year of high school and I'm so dead scared that i keep shaking like a chihuahua. My other "friends pass me by and ignore me while i beg them to help me. Then, my old crush comes thought the front door and gives me a hug, saying hi and making me feel better and reigniting a small flame i had for him. For a next few weeks of being called names and extremely hard math work, i tried to get him to fall in love with me again. It was hard. One day, while we were leaving the lunch room, i grabbed him by his arm and asked him, if he ever felt bad for me, or if he ever fell back in love with me.

He said he has a girlfriend and he loves her very much, as she does to him.

In the end, I ended up nearly killing one of my bullies and switching schools.

I am now a Junior at Bassick High school. I have been dating my childhood friend since last year, and I am completely over the guy that broke my heart twice. Other than that, I have been given the chance to travel to Japan with People to People Student Ambassadors this summer and I have better friends who have Tumblr accounts and read as much as I do.

I guess I'm doing better than I would normally be.
If it weren't for that guy and this website, I would have offed myself a while ago...

*Sigh* I had a crush on this one girl in my junior year. Then I looked at myself, realized she would never date me and I kind of let it go. I was never the kind of guy that had any courage what so ever. However this didn't affect me because I had

1. Games
2. Anime
3. Homework

So yeah. I guess it wasn't major because I easily gave it up, but for a time, at least I thought about having a relationship.

Mine was in 8th grade, not much of an interesting story now that I think about it.

I went to a small charter school with about 60 kids in 8th grade which were divided into two groups that rotated from classroom to classroom. I was in group A and she was in group B, so there was never really any opportunity for me to talk to her. She had shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights. Same height as me, with brown eyes. She also had freckles that actually really good on her.

On the final day, it turned out that we had mutual friends and we all hanged out for a little bit and talked for a while. We ended up heading to different high schools and that's how it ends. Kinda lame, but I was really shy and awkward back then. At least a lot more than I am today
I don't think I've ever had a crush on someone without knowing them since then.

Oh, and good luck to anyone out there who has a crush on someone Don't be afraid to take the first step. Who knows, it might be the one you spend the rest of your life with.

One morning in school, I noticed a new-student sitting by the couch in class crying, cuddled and comforted by fellow classmates. We made eye contact, and I can still remember the glittering sparkling tears her eyes gave out, being in a new environment and only wanting her parents. When the teacher lined and lead us to the assembly hall, I so happened to be sitting next to her. Before i sat down, my chest thudded as we looked at each other for the second time. This time, though, her eyes full of curiosity as if she never seen an asian boy before. We spoke very little, as far as I can remember. Being at the age of 7, playing activities and smiling at her was the closest thing I could do to interact with her. Beautiful glistening coal dark hair, her name was Charlotte. She left school the following year.

Since kindergarten all the way to 8th grade I had a crush on my friend. We ended up going to different high schools and didn't talk all those years. He was a bad boy, got into trouble but was a good kid at heart.

He passed away almost 2 years ago at the age of 24. I got a phone call from my best friend that's how I found out.
I didn't go to his wake .. I couldn't .. ugh tears are coming down but yea my first crush will and always be special<3

"major" huh... well in middle school I liked this guy in my grade for nearly 3 years... He liked to read and he also was a hunter, he and his father brought my mother ducks they killed and she'd cook them and give some to them. We both had parents that worked in the school. So I had somewhat of a cool connection to him (we both ate the ducks he killed and my mother cooked??? now that I think about it it's pretty funny...).

I was friends with his sister, who was younger, and once I went into his room when he wasn't there and saw his hamster lol. He'd bought it himself and taken care of it so I was impressed with that (meaning he worked in 7th grade lol). And he was really smart, one of the top in the class.

he was a jerk though lol... although one time after a test in English in 6th grade I was literally on the last pages of Gone With the Wind and the teacher wanted to go on and he asked her to wait because I was almost finished. lol it's been like 10 years ago and i still remember it very well, it was a very serious crush for a middle schooler haha

Lol I remember the pacer test... it was my favorite :). Every year my brothers and I would be top in the class and I always remember feeling like my lungs were going to die. Also Usui is my perfect image, I may have blonde hair and blue eyes(too bad they are not green) and pretty nice abs, but I will cannot compete with Takumi. Hopefully one day I will look like him. Also I know a lot of white guys with blond hair and I know that they like Asian girls a lot. That includes me. Also don't show off that you are smart with your crazy math skills.

I would not say it was a "major" crush, since the term major is associated with importance and other definitions, not exactly large. One of my longest crushes that took its time to go away was of Michael Jackson I guess. It went from admiration when I was about five or six or seven to a miniscule infatuation in my teens. Thankfully it went away, crushes are truly a waste of time for me.